Lyrics

"Jesus Lord, pardon me" I saw the skull and bones, lying there underneath "Wrote on the tombstone, but this aint mine" Bloodmoney mamma gaya, I never knew he lied Now mamma's gone It's time to suffer Cause the fat man needed more gold in his supper I knew the drill, I played the part No reason left to, go back, back to the start P-p-p pow pow Whos laughing now Payback music Playing it loud (play it loud) P-p-p pow pow Look at you now Payback music Singin it loud Some men just wanna see her burn, And we let them We let it burn The fat men dont mind a bit of blood in the honey They gotta have her bloodmoney The dollar slave All things aside He told me who to follow, he tought me how to lie He's a part of me Whatcha want from me Dont tell a kid how much you make, you'll set it free Yeah we're bacterias In her arterias We took everything she had in two millenia Then we go somewhere else, we build a rocket Again were sweeping it all under the carpet P-p-p pow pow Whos laughing now Payback music Playing it loud (play it loud) P-p-p pow pow Look at you now Payback music Singin it loud Some men just wanna see her burn, And we let them We let it burn The fat men dont mind a bit of blood in the honey They gotta have her bloodmoney They gotta have her bloodmoney They gotta have her bloodmoney Some men dont mind a bit of blood in the honey They gotta have her bloodmoney They gotta have her bloodmoney The fat men dont mind a bit of blood in the honey They gotta have her bloodmoney
Writer(s): Frederik Thaae, Martin Hedegaard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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